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Today, I feel like pleasing you more than before.

Today,

I know what I want to do, but I don't know what more

to be living for.

Today, you're making me say that I somehow have changed.

Today,

you look into my eyes. I'm just not the same

to be anyone.

It's going to be so much better.

What?

Killing them with an axe.

A knife is... It's too sexual.

It's like

sliding it into them.

It's almost too kind a way to go.

And the rifle's what you use for hunting.

How you dispatch an animal.

You might as well be using arrows to shoot them.

To tie it like... Like fun and games.

No.

An axe.

An axe is the most personal way of killing someone.

Now again.

Now again.

Put all your feelings in the swing.

Make it personal and give it your signature.

Thank you.

Mr. Bond, sir.

I want you to show me how you do it.

How you make the bodies fit.

You can make a six foot four fit into a coffin that's five foot ten.

Well, you can't expect me to divulge trade secrets.

Oh, it's no secret to me, sir.

I know you cut the legs off.

I clean your axes.

No, what I mean is... I want to see you do it.

Mr. Withers here is...

too tall by six inches or so but i'll make it an even foot so he won't seem

cramped and the mortician the option of the top hat as you can see he's

old 77 years were he younger his bones denser were he

fatter well i'd use what you choose to down a sapling i'd use closet here

often a young man shins take several heavy whacks,

but these dry, thin legs devoid of fat and desiccated bone, well,

they'll just take one good swing from

Rebecca.

I know.

How can I help?

Mr. Borden, I presume.

Morse is my name, John Morse.

I'm your brother, Andrew.

Don't have a brother.

Brother-in-law.

I'm brother to Sarah, your late wife.

John.

John Morse.

Let me look at you.

How the years go by.

Yes.

Maggie!

Maggie, this is our Irish, our household.

Abby's in line.

Abby's your wife? Yes, yes. And mother to Emma and Lizzie, your nieces.

Stepmother. Yes.

Maggie, luncheon for John and I, if you please.

No oysters.

No.

Yes, I've worked as a butcher.

Butcher, you say?

Yes. I learned the trade in an abattoir on the Long Wharf in New Haven.

Are these your blades?

Yes.

Some total.

Yes.

A good butcher only needs half a dozen knives.

I will show you.

This.

This is my most trusted.

It's a hunting knife, actually.

See the drop point?

If I wet that edge and keep it razor sharp, there's seldom a task he cannot

perform.

I call him Jason.

Beachwood handle, brass cutler's rivets.

He's a dear friend.

And this... He's Bartholomew.

He's a scimitar, 15 inches long, antler handle.

Elk, I think.

Damascus steel blade.

Maggie!

You see the curvature of the knife? It gives a particular deafness when

trimming an animal.

Thank you.

You give them names?

It's important, too.

He gives his axes names.

Yes.

I give my women's names.

Oh, interesting.

I always imagine a knife is male.

Because of the penetration.

Fascinating.

Brother, I come to you seeking a loan.

I wish to open a butcher shop of my own.

If not in New Haven, then somewhere here in Fall River.

A loan of $200 would start a thriving business.

Brother, I'm a... deeply moral man.

Right. This code of mine, it forbids any kind of money lending.

Oh, right, but surely...

Aiding kin is not forbidden.

Surely you have your own moral code.

Therefore you understand when the answer is no.

This one you wasted away my sister's half of your fortune.

The answer is no.

Would you be very cordial, please?

Thank you very much.

What if I return your kindness by gunning your whore?

Flank, rib, cheek.

I see by the way you look at her what the two of you get up to.

I can tell everyone.

Her being discourteous, brother, won't stand for it. Release her.

She's nothing to me, so she's...

Nothing to you.

A gutter, if you like. It won't change anything. I simply cannot lend money.

Why don't you come to supper, John, this evening?

It's so refreshing to have another man at the table.

John, you don't understand.

I'm like a rooster in a hen house.

to deal with the clack-clack-clack-clacking, the

senseless chatter, the scatterbrained thoughts, the whirlpools of

emotional need.

It's driving me insane.

Supper.

I just have to ask, how on earth do you remember all those lines?

Yes.

Are you all right, Miss O'Neil?

I am very sorry. I am experiencing a bit of nausea. No.

Did I not ask that my side dishes not touch?

They're not touching.

Excuse me? Maggie, no.

Lizzie, you have a relative at the table.

You've not said a single word to him.

Yes.

Father says you wished to open a butcher shop.

Yes. If only he would lend me the money.

Ha! Not a money lender.

It's forbidden by scripture.

I would imagine a handsome man such as yourself would do well in Fall River.

Why, there'd be lines of housewives out the door.

Well, I would save my best cut of meat for you, Mrs. Borden.

But, alas, your husband will not give me the loan.

What a joy it is to have you at our table.

Now, John, you mentioned that you've also sold oxen.

I'm sorry to interrupt a discussion about oxen, but the juice from the

carrots is mingling with the pea juice.

We'll get you another plate.

So sorry, madame.

Madame?

Don't call me madame. Do I look like a madame?

No. I am a miss.

I do apologize.

Miss.

I would also like to say thank you so much for bringing a little class into

this home.

Inviting you to supper is literally the only good thing that Lizzie here has

ever done.

A thousand pardons, Miss O'Neil.

Thank you.

And what color hair is this now?

Well, we here also like to foster a certain creativity

and expression.

Well, it doesn't quite work, does it?

No, you're absolutely right, it doesn't.

Speaking of nausea, I heard about your episode.

Horrible.

Clearly the end of us.

What was?

Death, Oysters.

Well, more likely a reaction to some exotic spices.

Too much ventilation.

There's influenza going around, and it's the Portuguese who brought it here.

My maid's come down with it.

I have no help whatsoever until she recovers. If she recovers.

That reminds me.

Maggie!

Come in here.

I have alighted on a punishment for the buoy base episode.

You already cut my pay.

Don't be vulgar.

And don't interrupt me.

Bertha here also has an Irish, and she's dying of flu.

So after you've finished your work here and your chores with Mr. Borden, you

will attend to Miss Manchester at her home until morning. You will do this

until such time as the maid has recovered.

John, I have a question for you about Oxen. Always wanted to know.

And... Is everything okay?

My roast beef just got mashed potato on it.

There we go.

Better.

Much.

John, what is the difference between an ox... So after I finish here, I go to

Miss Manchester's house.

And where do I sleep?

I don't expect you will sleep.

Well, don't grouse.

Mules sleep on their feet.

Dickens!

Dickens! That's all you are! All of this nattering, clocking nonsense!

It never ceases!

Your stench of estrogen chokes the air!

Might I be allowed to ask the difference?

between an ox and a steer.

Both are castrated males.

I feel for them.

John, might we adjourn to the music room?

Um, yes.

Excuse me. For shame.

For shame, for shame.

O wandering one, though thou hast surely

strayed, take heart of grace, thy steps retrace.

O wandering one. What a talent.

She's delightful.

So tell me, Miss O'Neil, how did you arrive at a career

in the theater?

Why, I have to believe I was fated for it.

Talent like yours, Nancy, that's itself.

That's what my mentor, the great Henry Irving, said to me when I did a season

for him at the Lyceum.

I know there are those who look down on the lives we lead.

We rude mechanicals.

But I look at the freedom I have to travel the world free of the

burden of a husband and children.

Why, I believe it is the greatest gift a woman could ever receive.

And not a day goes by that I don't thank my lucky stars for it.

Lizzie, might I have a word?

What a treat it has been spending time with you.

The cherry on top of the ice cream sundae that was my time in Fall River.

But alas, I'm going to Poughkeepsie, where I will, for the first time, give

my lady in in the great Scottish play.

You mean Macbeth.

You're not supposed to say the play's name.

Anyway, the next time the muse of Vespas whispers me

back to this quaint little bird,

I do hope you and I can while away an hour or two together.

I would love that.

What? I just wanted to see you.

Well, here I am.

I've just had a bit of a day of it. I've been working 20 hours without a minute

of rest.

I need to sleep.

Is there anything I can do?

Who is this?

Wild Canaris.

Ten dollars.

I only sell spare.

What is that?

Have a nice day.

What are their names?

I haven't named them yet.

If they fly away, I'll let them go.

If they stay, I'll name them.

I want to name them after Mr and Mrs Borden are dead.

I'm sorry.

I was cold to you last night.

That's okay.

I hate to see them treat you like a dog.

They're just making the bed they'll have to lie in in the end.

You're so fascinated with this woman.

You're rabid with her bloodlust.

Do you know why?

She outsmarted them.

She got away with it.

She did these things and she wasn't punished for it.

I'm not fascinating.

Her cruelty excites you.

Sometimes I wonder, did she really do these things?

Is it just a story with embellishments?

Could people really be that cruel back then?

People haven't changed.

People torture people.

Now, they always have.

It's everywhere around you, Lizzie.

You just don't see it.

What do you mean?

If you want, I can... I can show you if you promise not to scream or

cry.

I won't make it worse.

What do you mean?

Brother Manchester.

The Gorgon.

You little McDyke.

Looking at me like that.

Making me look at you like that.

Becky.

Would you put this ointment?

Of course.

I'm sorry.

She had a... She had a cat o' nine tails.

She used it on girls before me.

Does this hurt?

It's okay.

I'm sorry, I'm crying.

No, don't be sorry.

Birth of Manchester is the first one we kill.

We have to make sure we know what we're doing.

And we have our courage.

And she's an old spinster. No one will come looking for her.

Be weak until they find her.

Yes.

I thought I heard something in the night.

Knocking.

I bet it was three in the morning.

It's the witching hour.

It's a mockery to our Lord Jesus Christ, who died at three in the afternoon.

Death has been knocking at your door, Lizzie.

Maybe, maybe it was whoever's been breaking into the house, stealing

things.

Maybe. I have noticed things going missing.

Mr. Borden's pocket watch and Mrs. Borden's jewelry.

What on earth are you talking about?

Lizzie, you're a fabler and an ace.

I know you're stealing.

I've seen a way you've been hiding it.

What are you doing here?

I was just keeping Maggie company.

Well, I don't like that.

I like when Maggie does the work on her own.

It's not right, you helping the help.

What would Mrs. Borden think?

I think Mrs. Borden would be happy just to have me out of the house.

Alright.

Maggie! Help, help!

What is it?

It's Lizzie. She's hurt. She fell off a chair.

Oh, well.

I don't care about that.

You broke all your fine china.

What?

Not my china.

Let me get my hands on her.

That's it!

This is for Whipping Maggie.

This is the end Beautiful friend

This is the end

My only friend The end

This is the end My...

Izzy, can I stay with you tonight?

Lizzie?

Lizzie?

She stole something, didn't she? I knew it. What did she steal?

Something terrible has happened to Miss Borden.

Bertha Manchester was murdered with an axe.

What?

I do beg your pardon?

She was murdered?

I wasn't there.

She said she doesn't need me for a week.

When did it happen?

We're... Not quite sure.

Neighbors notice the smell.

And the

flies.

She did it.

She did it, didn't she? I would not put it past her. Maggie wasn't even at that

house all last week.

Miss Manchester was beating her, so she spent every day with me. I can vouch for

her, as can about a hundred other people in town who saw us together.

Yes, you can ask her. Quiet, please, both of you.

It appears to have been a robbery. We're just covering bases here.

We think we actually have the fella in custody already.

just looking for more proof and clues.

This is the.

Lizzie. Lizzie, please.

Lizzie, please talk to me. Maggie, stop.

It's done.

What is? Why?

It's over.

This dream of being free of this together is done.

Because of what happened?

Because you don't want to be.

I saw it in your eyes when you froze.

This is a prison for me, Maggie, and I have to escape it.

If you're not going to help me, then I have to do it alone. No.

No, Lizzie.

No, Lizzie.

Lizzie, I want to help you.

I do. I don't... I really... I don't know why I froze.

But when I saw her lying on her back with the axe in her gut, she looked like

an animal.

And I pitied her.

I know she whipped me and called me a dog.

But I couldn't move.

But I promise you, it will be different the next time.

I'm sorry.

How will it be different?

Because I love you.

And I will do anything to help you.

I swear.

Your parents, they deserve it.

The way they talk to you and the way they treat you.

I want you to be free of that.

And I want to help you. And I promise you I won't pity them.

Next week, we're killing them.

Okay. Just let me have the first whack.